Monday

It's fun to sit at my computer with enough coffee to fuel my brain, the cats curled up and sleeping right beside me, and write a 4,800 word light essay-let about bodice rippers that I will actually be paid good money for. I didn't know I know so much about romance novels, but between being in a game founded by a professional romance writer as a playground for her friends, my main Milli!charrie having a lover from a science fiction detective romance series (Oh, I will go on about genre pile-ups! And tropes!), all the borderline purple stuff in Laurel K. Hamilton, and my mother with her horrid preference for Rosamunde Pilcher, I can wing this. Off the cuff. Without getting professorial or defensive or derisive or snarky. And I will totally mention Charlie Monroe, just because I can. Getting paid for mentioning my Milli!Teja's lover is utterly cool.

By which I keep my envy at bay, because the Nazgul seems to have landed the coolest job evah. It's probably not all right to say which exactly (because that automatically tells you where), but it's a job that quite a lot of you here on my flist is either secretly dying, or openly studying very hard, to get. And she has it since today. Just like that. The downside is, it seems to pay peanuts and eggshells, but then, OMG, she really gets to have Lirael's old job, in a way...